Dear Diary,
Ned has got me thinking...have I spurned someone? I cannot think who. I felt all eyes upon me at Chapel this morning but whenever I looked up, they had turned away.
Everyone seems to be whispering here, Mother and Father in the hallway, Fanny and Jane, Titty and Ned, even Mrs Norris and that beast at her breast. All stop and look up as soon as I pass and smile as if nothing is amiss. I jump at the slightest noise and just cannot settle in one place for very long.
What is to become of me?
Kristin Chenowith - Home
14 years ago
2 comments:
Dear Wayne,
This all sounds very intriguing but do take care friend. Forgo Cobblers Bottom for a while and pray do not ride the Knob for the sake of your own safety. Pray content yourself instead with pursuits close to Thrushcock Grange such as playing with your fine shuttlecock and attending your magnificent Python and teasing Todger. On pleasant days you could sit on Ned's erection and get some physical exercise handling his chopper and helping him get wood. Even though he thinks he does well on his own you could give Ned some education with his diction to pass time until your tormenter is found out.
Cautiously yours,
B.
My dear Mr Moose,
I thank you for your concern. I intend to lock myself away and resign myself to solo stimulation behind closed doors.
Yours appreciatively,
Wayne Austen
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